On a busty rusty pipe, a turtledove bird perched calmly, back to the hustle and bustle of the world around it. The fine lines in their feathers seemed to be integrated with the texture of the pipe that had been consumed, creating a simple harmony between nature and man-made objects.
Behind her tiny body, a tapered green leaves move slowly in the wind, giving a fresh background to the sound of the afternoon. The bird seemed to be pondering, as if to keep the secret about longing and peace, while occasionally turning his head as if looking for the direction of returning home in the silence of nature.
This moment is a simple portrait that is full of meaning about silence that speaks, about the loyalty of a turtledove in the wide sky, and about the beauty that was born from the balance between humans, time, and nature.
